I must say also that he was not the only instrument of my infidelity to Lewis. Once I met Mr. Annesley, lunched with him in a private room and submitted on the sofa to his base designs. I did not tell him my address as I was rather ashamed to admit my relations with Lewis.
Still, my clothes and my jewels cannot have allowed him to suppose I was existing on a typewriter's wage. He made no comment even when, on raising my dress to bring the goal of his desires into view, he disclosed my costly silk underwear painted with voluptuous designs. He just gave an extra snort of excitement, scrambled on top of me and went in with his long, oddly shaped penis.
It was a long and voluptuous fuck. We were both of us full up to the eyes with desire, as the result of a carefully selected lunch, in which aphrodisiacs played a considerable part, but both of us, letting caution fly, had accompanied our talk with too much champagne and liqueurs. I think we must have been at it half an hour before we came, but it was a half hour of that extreme mental sensuality which comes so seldom.
"Luckily it does," says Gladys, "or we should all be in lunatic asylums."
Gladys' speech reminds me of a conversation I had that afternoon with Annesley. I had always talked extremely freely with him, finding him a man with a large experience of lust and some interesting theories thereon.
Apropos of this very lunacy resulting from over-mental sensuality he had, that very afternoon, told me a tale of an American actor friend of his. This actor was a handsome man, known as a Matinee Idol, worshipped by the women, and a man who extracted his chief sensual joy from the licking of cunts.
He licked them till he went mad and they put him into Bloomingdale. There, for years, he remained hopelessly insane, drawing pictures on a slate of women's vaginas. As soon as each drawing was complete, he licked it off and started a new one.
Annesley's American experiences from the point of view of lust were very interesting. From him I learnt all about paresis, the fell mental and physical affliction which befalls those citizens who pursue carnal desires to an outrageous limit. He also related that American girls as well as the French, used the sucking method considerably, as it was preferred on account of its safety.
But to revert to my page boy. Many nights we played the games. Generally first the old soixante neuf, myself underneath and the kid wriggling on my belly. Sometimes as an especial treat, I would let him fuck me, but not often-I got enough of that from Lewis who was an extraordinarily passionate and vigorous man.
But the great treat was our final act, when the boy's penis made its way into my anus, now so used to the exercise that the initial thrust caused it no pain. The pleasure seemed to grow more intense with each performance, indeed so intense was it that I began to fear lest I should wish for nothing else. I got to quite understand the joy the sodomites must find in this pastime.
One night after my bath, I determined to have a special night of it. Lewis was supposed to go to Manchester, and the boy was in my room reading to me, a particularly improper book which I had received from Annesley. It was amusingly indecent and I made him read on for some time until both he and I were bursting for more serious pleasure. I rolled out of bed and out of my nightdress onto the rug, and we began cuddling. I was bending down so that my lips closed over his penis-when I heard the door open, and looking up, saw Lewis in the room.
There was no getting out of it, the fault was patent. There was I, stark naked, and on the floor by my side, a naked boy, with rampantly erect penis. I was rather flabbergasted and said nothing.
Lewis, too, said not a word, but closed the door carefully, locked it and walked towards us, fixing his eyeglass in his eye. I don't think he recognized the boy at first. Then:
"What the devil is the meaning of this?" he spluttered.
His words brought a sense of the humour of the situation to me. I remembered the comic excuse of the serving maid, and answered: "I am sorry, but it's such a little one!"
He couldn't help laughing but broke off in the middle of his laugh to exclaim: "Why, it's Peter!"
And Peter, sitting up, remarked quite feebly- "Yes, sir."
I suppose Lewis must have read the 'Golden Ass' of Apuleius, for he decided very quickly. He made no nasty scene, only: "Get to bed, both of you!" and we obeyed.
I twigged his mood then and was a good deal gratified; he was going to share in the amusement. I cannot describe the following scene at great length, it all happened so quickly. Lewis pulled the bedclothes from us and looked at the naked bodies. Then he undressed rapidly and oh, what a tremendous erection we saw when he was naked.
First of all he made us confess that we had fucked and as the confession came from our lips, his penis swelled to even greater dimensions. Then he commanded the boy to do it to me again. But when the boy had been in me for about a second, he laid rough hands on him and pulled him off.
"Now for your punishment," he said.
First of all, he made the boy suck him, and the little devil did it as if to the manner born. But Lewis didn't finish, and-I had a presentiment of what was coming-announced brutally that he was going to have the boy.
It took some doing, I was randy to a pitch of fury, and aided in the fell proposal. While the boy knelt on the bed with head down and legs apart, I fetched the Vaseline and anointed his aperture and Lewis' tool. The size of the two things seemed ridiculously disproportionate, but eventually the deed was done. The boy cried aloud with pain till Lewis cuffed him into silence, and I did my duty by pulling the cheeks of his arse as wide apart as I could. Lewis didn't get it all in, if he had, I think he would have murdered the boy, but the whole tip disappeared into the pretty bum, and after a short but vigorous frigging, he fell on top of the lad, kissing him passionately as he spent.
"My God," he exclaimed, when he pulled his cock out, that was nice.
I don't think it can have hurt the boy much for all his screams, for his penis was as stiff as a rod and then came the best part of the evening.
Lewis was soon stiff again, owing principally to my sucking-after he had washed-and proposed that I should take both him and the boy, the boy up the back way.
I was nothing loath. Lewis lay underneath, I got onto him and got his prick well in me. Then the boy got on top of me. I think Lewis must have been surprised at the ease with which the lad slipped right in.
There I was with a tremendous cock up my cunt till our hairs mingled and his balls knocked against my buttocks, and a dear boy's tool right up my arse till his balls mingled with those of the man underneath. The partition between the two holes seemed so insignificant that I could almost feel the penises touching. I will not attempt to describe the sensation, but when they both began to work at me and when at last they both spent, the ecstasy was so great that I went off into a dead faint.
When I came to myself, I was horrified to see Lewis crouched on his hands and knees and the boy right in him.
When this was finished and Lewis apparently enjoyed it, the boy was sent off to bed, and Lewis came under the sheets with me. He asked me whether I had had the boy up my anus before, and I admitted it.
"Well, Nemmy, of course it was very wrong of you, but I forgive you." But in the morning, I suppose he had forgotten his forgiveness for he sacked the boy-after giving him a very decent present in money-and rated me severely.
It's generally the same in men. When the indecent fit is on them they are ready for anything but when the morning comes and daylight, the general decorous atmosphere of the workaday world, they not only repent but become extremely nasty about overnight's excesses.